Post-Halloween hangover brunch at Orange today. We were at the Fullerton and Clark location, I believe. Sunday brunch is a funny thing. Why is it that every girl at this place looks like someone I went to college with? In fact, I'm pretty certain I was standing across from a girl I had some sociology class with. Lincoln Park is a curious place indeed.
20ish minute wait at shortly before 11 am. Not too bad. Guy working the clipboard had a bit of a 'tude but was at least efficient. He grudgingly sat us even though the third member of our party was a couple blocks away. Nice, I guess. The food was fine enough, not counting the frushi. Portions are rather large to the point where I didn't want to finish.
Frushi

Seriously? I'm not sure what the deal with this is. It's not that creative and certainly not that good. Whatever shred of Japaneseness I've managed to preserve over my life was offended by this. Sweet, sticky rice with fruit can be amazing (see: Thailand); this was not.
Chai French toast

I ordered this. Flavorwise it was pretty decent. The whole dish felt rather unintegrated. A soup of milky chai tea with some stuffed French toast on top. I much prefer where the custard component is fully incorporated into the bread.
Omelette 11.5

Tried this omelette with a supposedly French bent. Leeks, perhaps some bacon, some brie were included. There was also some mention of avocado mousse, but I neither saw nor tasted this. Again, this was fine but tasted disparate. The leeks seemed to overwhelm the other ingredients. This would've worked better if the leeks were soft and melting rather than simply cooked through. The cheese wasn't fully melted and the presence of the rind was rather distracting.
Clearly I'm not gushing about this place. It's brunch, it's close to my friend's place. It's not particularly expensive. It'll do. That said, as I make my brunch rounds Orange won't become a regular habit.